Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

It's a pity...a pity...

A bottle of her treasured Murderer just disappeared.

If it weren't for the fact that the spiritual power of this world is too thin and magical, she really doesn't want to waste her bottle of poison...

Destroy the depression, and if you meet, destroy the five viscera and abolish the six viscera.

Looking at the flowers and plants that had been watered by the poison containing the extinction, the corners of Qiang Mo's lips twitched slightly, which was so painful and poisonous, but made the flowers and plants bloom so beautifully.

really...

Contradictory...

He threw the jade bottle in his hand nonchalantly, and the twilight setting sun shone down on the girl's body, like an immortal who fell into the mortal world, without the smell of fireworks.

...

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The days in summer are not too short. Although the setting sun has been setting for a while, it still maintains a little light.

Qiang Mo is standing at the door of an Internet cafe at the moment.

If it wasn't for this ghostly time to return to the base, she really didn't want to stay in this smoky place.

That's right, in the eyes of Boss Qiang, public places with more than ten people are regarded as "smoky miasma" by default.

When entering Internet cafes, most of them are social youths who drop out of school to play games and office workers who have to temporarily use the Internet.

A dazzling young man like Qiang Mo is naturally striking and special.

As soon as he entered the door, countless eyes of surprise and admiration fell on Qiang Mo's body.

The latter flicked his sleeves impatiently, turned and walked towards the service desk.

There was a **** the reception desk. She looked not too old, but she was used to heavy makeup.

At this moment, she watched Qiang Mo come, and a selfish thought rose up in her heart:

If this young man admires her...

He shook his head vigorously, erasing this unreal thought in his mind.

Qiang Mo said indifferently:

"A box."

The barman didn't seem to react, but the young man in front of him, who seemed to have just grown up, turned out to be a box.

Before Bawu could answer, a middle-aged man who happened to go downstairs pouted and said disdainfully:

"Little devil, the box in my place is not something you can consume."

Listening to this tone, the owner of this Internet cafe is a little arrogant.

Qiang Mo tilted his head and glanced at the layout of the Internet cafe. There was a special style, which was quite in line with the boss's personality.

summed up in one word,

vulgar.

Summarized in two words,

Very vulgar.

In three words,

It's vulgar.

Qiang Mo's eyes flashed, but he was not angry.

It is undeniable that the decor of this store is not as cheap as it seems.

At least, it is worth the mansion of some big families.

Qiang Mo returned to his senses and continued to speak:

"So many people's patronage after spending so much effort, how is your heart?"

The middle-aged man was suddenly silent for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the lackluster customer in front of him, as if he had remembered something, and his eyes were a little dim.

Qiang Mo closed her eyes a little irritably. How could she be so easy to encounter people who have been sad and frustrated in life recently.

She's not the Virgin Mary, so she doesn't have time to instill chicken soup with them one by one.

Opening his eyes a little impatiently, he said in a cool tone:

"Uncle, the time to think about life is suitable for the evening."

The middle-aged man clapped his hands suddenly, his eyes glowing, but he didn't hear Qiang Mo's voice at all.

Until he accidentally saw the surprised eyes of the surrounding bar, and finally returned to the normal look on weekdays.